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Goopy Garry

Mondays. Many people had dreaded Monday in the past, and some still do. Historians often point out that the dread was due to an out of date form of working week where people often worked Monday through Friday, and generally in excess of 40 hours during that week. The implementation of new social programs, increased wages due to government mandate, and the regulation of business has since produced a different system, where most people only work part time, and receive a social dividend. Still, there are some that have been within the working world long enough to remember that Mondays were a source of dread, or perhaps they just partied a little too hard the day before.

In any case, for one laboratory technician working with the Fyreworks Megacorp, it was most definitely a Monday, and the start of his work cycle. Standing there alone in a well lit and rather quiet test chamber, a relatively normal looking Crocodile was busy fumbling away at a table full of chemicals. Clad in a white lab coat and a surly expression, the average sized reptile yawned widely, snapping his jaws shut before fumbling around for a large mug of strong coffee. Despite only having so much work to do in the week, this particular fellow always found Monday mornings to be a tad difficult to manage. Many times before he'd made the mistake of sipping at whatever agent he was preparing for testing, winding up filling the lab to capacity, among other things.

Today however, he managed to avoid such surprises, and stuck to drinking his coffee. Somebody had been nice enough to provide him with a slightly oversized mug, complete with his name and title upon it, so he could easily find it in the company cafeteria. It proudly displayed that he was Garry the 2nd level Lab Tech, and he was often pleased that they'd spelled his name right. All too often folks forgot the second "R". Looking at his build compared to many others on staff, members of the public were routinely surprised to learn he worked for Fyreworks. After all, most people who worked there adored the oversized, and often let themselves become large on a full time basis. Garry certainly didn't mind dabbling in a little inflation every now and again, but he was more concerned with his job as a product developer. He simply liked the work, and enjoyed the fact that he contributed to the happiness of others. He felt no need to wear bigness on his sleeve, so to speak.

As such his average build and stature actually stood out around the large laboratory complex, but people respected his decisions. Minus the odd attempt to prank him with expansive substances on a routine basis, anyways. Par for the course, when you were employed at Fyreworks. Stifling another big-jawed yawn, Garry blinked a few times to focus on what he was doing again. Today he was taking existing substances from the Fyreworks catalogue, and mixing them together to see if he came up with any fun combinations. He'd send his samples off to other test chambers before long, and let others document the results. Occasionally he'd mix up some things that included stuff from speciality lists, or products reserved for those who truly loved the more extreme sizes of expansion.

Fumbling away with this and that on his workbench, he prepared 6 samples of assorted ingredients, before catching sight of an extra one he'd mixed up in between large gulps of coffee. Whatever it was, it appeared to be of a dark purple hue, and was bubbling faintly in a tall flask. Checking his own notes on the built-in computer system included with every working surface, he saw that he'd combined a living latex base, with a Fyreworks soap concentrate, and some tricky Tenta-Bubbles for good measure. A potentially potent mixture if there ever was one. He decided to leave that particular mixture out of the test batch, and gathered up everything else for transport. Setting the tray of flasks and beakers into a small slot on the wall, he tapped a few controls and let the machines do their thing. The slot was actually part of a clever elevator system, that would slip and slide trays of materials around to different test chambers. That done, he began wandering back to his desk, to see what else he had on his task list for the morning.

While reaching for his trusty coffee cup, he fumbled somewhat and nearly dropped the thing with clumsy movements. He felt glass impact against the back of his knuckles as he overcompensated to avoid spilling his beverage everywhere, and winced as he heard something smash into the hard floor. Carefully looking over at what might be quite the mess, he was relieved to see the rugged lab flask had not broken, but had definitely rolled away and spilled its contents all over the place. Purple goo was splattered all over the floor, where it bubbled away, apparently not doing much else at the moment.

Sighing, he carefully bent over and retrieved the flask, avoiding the mess, and decided to take the nearly damaged thing off for immediate cleaning and inspection. If it was cracked, scuffed, or unsuitable for further use in any way, it would be disposed of. Fyreworks valued worker safety, and would much prefer replacing lab equipment over somebody cutting themselves on broken glass somewhere down the road. He made a mental note to signal for lab cleanup when he got back, and left the rather large room to go take care of his immediate task.

Had Garry taken a moment to examine the mess on the floor carefully, he would have noticed something a tad out of the ordinary. Namely, the spill was gaining volume, and spreading over more of the floor. Larger goopy bubbles began to form and burst at random, splattering more goo all over the place, which then proceeded to expand further, and ultimately rejoin the growing puddle. Some bubbles formed and expanded up into thick tendrils, which waved around in mid air, as if seeking something only they could perceive. Over the next few minutes, the little puddle doubled in volume, then doubled several more times, taking up a fair amount of space in the big lab. Once there was a large bulbous mass of writhing purple tentacles and frothing suds sitting in the middle of the room, dripping at random, the bubbly mass of goo stopped expanding. It was apparently quite content to just sit there, searching the air randomly with grasping air-gorged tentacle bubbles.

As luck would have it, Garry wandered back into the room a few minutes later, and blinked up at the writhing mass of semi-transparent purple tentacles filling up most of the room. The random undulations of the bubbly mass stopped almost immediately, and it seemed to lean in his direction, quivering with anticipation. Apparently, they'd found what they were looking for.

"Oh poo..."

Garry barely finished his utterance before several giant goopy tentacles lashed out and grabbed him around his arms, legs, and torso, lifting him up into the air. He was hugged against the large mass of puffed up goop before long, as other probing tentacles examined his body in great detail. He could only huff and squirm as one of the ballooned appendages found his rear end and started to shove its way inside, while another one forced open his snout and wormed its way down his throat. Gagging at the taste and treatment, he tried to bite the maw filling tube, but found his sharp teeth were no match for the goopy surface.

A curious sound much like a manual pump soon began to echo within the lab, and Garry was able to see the large mass expanding and contracting like a living bellows. A combination of air and purple goo was forced into the unhappy crocodile from both entrances, causing his middle to distend fairly rapidly, while other changes happened internally. He briefly felt queasy as the strange mass of goo started to alter his body all over, and briefly noticed that his expanding belly was turning a most curious shade of purple. The plentiful mass of purple goo was also starting to lose some of its recently expanded volume, apparently moving itself inside a new location. Curiously, Garry began to feel light headed, then relaxed, and ultimately euphoric. There was no loss of self as his formerly scaly hide turned a dark shade of purple all over, though somewhat more light in the belly, and dark around various ridges and such.

Huffing, he found he could swallow with ease, as the large tentacle in his mouth broke down, and joined the rest of his altering body. As his body grew wider, it started to gain height as well, and change overall shape and appearance. Internal desires were being realized, at least as far as he understood, as his body reconfigured itself into a well rounded and rather goopy dragon. Wings formed on his back in the form of more writhing tentacles that configured themselves into pontoon like wing struts, and membranes. After a few flaps, they settled down against his back and melted back into the rest of him, even as new tentacle like horns and fins began to form on his head, and running down his back.

The last of the goopy purple mass retreated up into the newly formed dragon with a few bubbling slurps, leaving a 10 foot tall, and 8 foot wide pear shaped blimp sitting there on the cold tiles of the lab. His mind was racing as the changes finished up, both internally and externally, and he found himself staring up at the ceiling before long, having laid down to process. What was he now? Well, he was still Garry, that much was sure. He still remembered what he was doing, what he'd looked like, and all that fun personal information. But he was something more now. He felt new desires and new sensory information, quivering all about his person. He also felt a curious bubbling deep inside, and was surprised to watch his already plentiful belly surge out just a little bit bigger, maybe half an inch or so. It sloshed as he wobbled it around, and watched it plump out more, same with the rest of his oversized hide.

Belching suddenly, he noticed a purple tinge to the escaping gas coming out of his larger and thicker snout, which all quickly dissipated in the air. Things were definitely still happening inside his goo-filled body, which seemed to be quite soft to the touch, almost fluid in some cases. Definitely stretchy, too. As he moved around, and found he could make his wings come and go at will, as well as a back full of giant puffed up purple tentacles. On a whim, he began trying to do other random things with his body, and was startled with his arms suddenly became two gargantuan tentacles, dripping purple goo onto the floor, and able to stretch from one end of the lab to the other. Thinking he'd very much like arms and hands back, they snapped back into place in the blink of an eye, and he twiddled big fat fingers at himself to make sure they still worked. Most curious.

Standing up off the floor, he noticed an increasing sensation of weight, followed by more internal tingling and a definite sense of expansion. He was still growing, though slowly. He was also still a scientist, and that part of his mind took over in a big way. Wobbling his way back to a now undersized work station, he was able to tap at enough keys to get the voice recognition system working, and began to dictate notes.

"Ahem. This is Garry, lab tech level 2 over in G sector. One of my experimental substances seems to have affected me in quite a major way, causing a complete body transformation. I also seem to be slowly gaining more mass and size, through some as yet unknown means. Please review security footage for this lab as of 10 minutes prior to this notation to view the entire transformation process. I'll be alerting my superiors to my condition, and then I think I'm going to take a lunch break."

Within a few minutes, all the lab supervisors were made aware of the inadvertent transformation of one of their technicians, and a few showed up to see just what had happened to Garry. Needless to say there was some concern for his well being, but soon that melted away into joviality. The big mass of what appeared to be goopy rubber seemed just fine. He was calm, despite still bubbling up bigger by the moment, and if anything seemed to be getting quite excited by current events. A little out of sorts for the Garry they'd known, but not uncommon for those freshly affected by all the potent substances routinely present around the Fyreworks labs. One of the supervisors even playfully leaned up against the sloshing and curiously moist mass that was Garry's belly, and smiled up at the formerly shorter co-worker.

"Well now Garry, look at you! Want a little help with things? Looks like you might need it..."

Already feeling somewhat flushed, Garry found himself getting prodded in a very sensitive location that was steadily expanding out from under his engorged belly. Prior to today, he'd never really understood the desire for some to express hyper sized equipment, but now that a plus sized Elephant was playfully rubbing his growing tip, he found he rather enjoyed the situation. Some common sense filled portion of his scientific mind urged caution however, and he carefully resisted throwing himself bodily into this new exciting situation.

"Huff. Ahem... Perhaps after we've had a chance to make sure I'm not contagious, or something of that nature. The substance I created proved to be quite invasive and transformative... It could be spread to others. Besides, I feel like I really need something to eat."

The gathered mass of employees chuckled to themselves and decided to listen to the big dragon, and sent for something to eat. Within minutes, a team of other technicians showed up to gather a few samples from Garry, who had no trouble providing them from various dripping tentacle-like masses he sprouted from his back. Another group showed up pushing a big cart full of food from the cafeteria, and somebody had been kind enough to fetch Garry's trusty coffee mug, and provide a big urn of the dark brew to go with it.

As the big fellow dug into his lunch with gusto, others joined him to munch on a sandwich or two while processing test results, or simply hanging out with their freshly altered co-worker. Many of them had always felt that Garry would be happier if he really let loose and got a little oversized on a regular basis, so they were eager to see if that was the case long term. Worst case, should the effects be temporary, they hoped it would at least be a positive experience for him. Despite his reserved nature, he was still a welcome part of the Fyreworks family.

Oddly enough, it was the monitoring equipment in the lab that noticed something going on with Garry, long before anyone else did. His steady expansion was accelerating, and became quite obvious as he finished devouring a heavy lunch. A little alert window popped up on the main display screen being used to investigate the big goopy dragon, notifying everyone that Garry was growing faster than he was before. Sure enough, the big fellow looked down at himself, and he did seem bigger than he had been even half an hour prior. A bubbling sensation building up in his belly suddenly presented itself in the form of an explosive belch, spewing a thick miasma of purple tinged gas out into the testing chamber.

A few individuals decided that perhaps they should wait outside, just for safety sake, while some others decided hanging around with a growing and potentially volatile tentacle dragon was just their cup of tea. The big goopy dragon surged outwards and upwards in a few explosive little fits of growth, rumbling to himself and laying back as a deep sense of euphoria set in. Lazing back, all Garry could do was rub and grope at his own distending sides, as he surged out larger by the moment, pressing up against eager co-workers milling all around him. He felt a few friendly hands rubbing at sensitive areas under his huge belly, and could only huff with delight as the extra stimulation just made everything down there get even bigger.

As he passed 20 feet in height, and nearly that in width, he found certain bits of his tentacle filled anatomy slipping out without conscious effort. His wings stretched into view again and began to round out into big pontoons, while random other nubs and bumps emerged on his back and down his immense tail, puffing up into wriggling masses of inflated goopy flesh. A few more surges of growth soon had him looking like a 30 foot sphere with nub like limbs attached, his head resting against a big neck ring, that was straining and groaning just like the rest of him.

If any of his fellow co-workers had any further reservations about sharing a test chamber with Garry, they were well out of time to do anything about it.

With quite a lot of creaking and finally a very wet sounding pop, Garry blew apart into a mass of purple goo, splattering all over the test chamber. The wave of rubbery goop splashed over everyone else within the lab, soaking them completely, and soaking in as well. Within the blink of an eye, four more confused looking and somewhat oversized purple goo dragons were revealed to be standing there in an ankle deep puddle of slime. Even as the freshly converted dragons started to poke and prod at one another curiously, most of the remaining puddle of goo rapidly got back together again, and Garry emerged none the worse for wear. All of the goopy dragons looked more fluid than not for a moment before things started to settle, then they all appeared more solid and rubbery, like balloons. Balloons with ample writhing tentacles, anyways.

As the group watched, whatever was left of the purple goo evaporated into gas, and eventually dissipated into the air entirely. There not being much else to do at that moment, the group of goopy dragons decided to get on with their research into Garry's transformation, plus no small amount of playful bumping and groping. Further tests would eventually reveal that both the goo and the gas became inert outside of a body pretty quickly, but was infectious in high concentrations both on contact, and if absorbed internally.

Despite his scheduled work hours coming to an end for the day, Garry opted to stay in the lab for most of the afternoon. Everyone continued to bloat and expand steadily as hours passed, and pretty soon his converted co-workers were all too big to move, and approaching spherical proportions. They all burst more or less at the same time, further flooding the rather abused laboratory space with more purple goo. This time however, his co-workers picked themselves up from the floor looking exactly how they'd been before undergoing transformation, clothes and all. The rubbery and bubbly goop splattering the walls and ceiling was apparently completely inert in their case, and eventually evaporated harmlessly into the air, and was scrubbed away in no time by the buildings air purification systems.

Yet another curious result to add to the list of odd effects produced by Garry's transformation, and something that most definitely bore additional testing. Several of the temporarily affected co-workers were interested in giving the whole process another go at one point or another, but for now everyone was feeling that supper was in order. Remembering his previous explosive reaction when food was introduced, Garry opted skip dinner that evening. Besides, he found he wasn't at all hungry. Likely another side effect to be explored in time.

For now, Garry realized that his modest apartment in town likely wasn't going to work for him anymore, as he'd have trouble fitting through the door. And he was fairly certain the landlord would have an issue with purple goo frequently being splattered around the place. Fortunately for the big purple fellow, Fyreworks takes care of their own. His supervisor had already seen the need for alternate lodging, and had arranged for one of the plus sized rooms on site to be prepared for Garry. He'd only need to request additional furniture if needed, and could use all the facilities around the huge complex at his leisure. It would work for now until he decided to look for larger accommodations elsewhere, or opted to stay within the Fyreworks living spaces full time.

Over the days and weeks that followed, Garry settled into his new life. The affects of his transformation appeared not to be wearing off, and what tests could be done on his body seemed to indicate that it was quite permanent. His old self might have resented the change, but he was fine with things as they were. He rather liked his new body, and looked forward to testing it out more.

He'd scheduled himself for stress testing, interaction testing with various other Fyreworks substances, plus deliberately using his goopy abilities to transform others in controlled settings. Many had been delighted to discover that temporary goo dragon transformation could be a sexually transmitted condition, plus they got a good filling out of the deal while they were at it. Garry had been rendered quite potent, as it turned out.

He'd ballooned up to plus sized proportions many times since that first day, and exploded each time, reforming without any delay or undo stress. From what he'd been able to discover so far, his unstable body steadily expanded on its own at all times, and left alone with no external input or stimuli, he'd eventually reach his limit and explode every few days. If he ate any food, which he still felt like doing every now and again, he'd generally swell up and burst within a few hours of consumption. That part he was still working on fully explaining, though it seemed to have something to do with his body breaking the food energy down into usable energy for his body rather rapidly. And explosively, at that.

When he'd hopped into one of the bubbling hot tubs for fun, he'd partially dissolved into a giant bubbly mess with the upper half of a dragon poking out, ballooning through the recreation dome as a huge mass of soap fluff before ultimately bursting again. That had been quite the experience, but had required quite a lot of cleanup. He reserved such shenanigans for private time at night, when there was less chance of converting half the staff.

All in all, he was quite content with how things had turned out. In time Fyreworks would no doubt find a commercial use for his goopy creation that had landed him in his current state. There was surely some percent of the population that would enjoy such body modifications, either on a temporary or permanent basis. For now he continued on with what he was good at, testing products, coming up with new combinations of existing ones, and generally enjoying himself.

It was good to be with Fyreworks, that much was abundantly clear!

-Tombfyre

2016